Life should be like a candle, shining brightly from top to bottom. The value of life is measured by one's contribution to the present. The path of life is walked step by step, and history is written by people; every action writes one's own history.
I know clearly that behind every reunion, there lies a hidden sign of parting. I only do not know which riverbank the wave at the ferry will land on. Ultimately, I am just the one holding an umbrella to say goodbye, while time has unknowingly prepared the youthful years for others. I am left to reminisce alone through the turns of time, until memories grow old and years grow weary, blurring the dust of the past.
People say days with love are the sweetest, for with love comes concern, and no more pain or worry. But reality tells us that pain may instead double its reach.
As the clouds drift by, only the enchantment of dusk remains. Looking toward the horizon, a mirage appears, ethereal and empty. It feels like a dream that vanishes without a trace. The heart feels hollow, passing through old cities that remain calm. Like water, it is ethereal. The lost things linger in memory; now, I listen to cicadas and watch flowers bloom, intoxicated in the quiet shadows of the mountains.
Regarding the past year and the years lived, there must be a conclusion: although life is full of setbacks, you can still choose between happiness and misfortune. Blindly striving hard does not always lead to success; instead, thinking calmly in tranquility may better solve problems. I hope to stay away from obsession and find happiness in constructive and creative work.
Those with insomnia can never truly sleep, nor do they ever truly experience clarity.
Flowers bloom for a season, and people live for a lifetime; being optimistic and content brings ease and freedom. External circumstances are not the source of happiness or suffering; the true cause is our own mind. Once you let go, you will naturally smile.
Most threats do not come from the front; beware the long-range weapons.
